With a rare day off, Shane and Ilya sat cuddled up on their large sectional. Shane in the L shaped corner and Ilya sprawled out with his back to his husband's chest. Soft fingers worked their way through his curls while some show about house flipping playing on the TV. Ilya scrolled on his phone, pleading his case about a couples activity to Shane. "So... you will do this with me?"
"Yes Ilya, I will go with you. Anything to keep that smile on your face." Shane moved his elbow from the back of the couch, dislodging his hand from Ilya's scalp. He moved instead to wrap his arm over the others chest and give him a squeeze.
"Anything?" A sly grin.
"Still no threesomes"
"You're so fucking boring Shane." Shane briefly thought, if you roll your eyes any harder one of them might actually detach and fall right out of your head.
"What would you do if one day I said yes, hmm? The moment you saw another man pay me any attention, you'd lose your mind."
"Who said it would be a man? What if was a girl-"
"What girl Ilya? Have one in mind?"
"What, no. No girl. I don't even know any girls."
" ....."
"I've never even met a girl Shane, you know this."
"Asshole." A few seconds passed with a small bit of tension filling the small space between them. Shane thought for a moment. He could be a jealous grouch, or he could stress his husband out for fun. Shane picked door number 2. "Sveta's kinda hot"
"What was that?" Ilya's eyebrows seemed to be trying to reach his hairline.
"What was what?"
"What did you just say?"
"I didn't say anything. Maybe you're hearing stuff in your old age." Shane was trying his hardest to keep a neutral tone and face. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, trying to stave off a smile.
"I beg your fucking pardon, I am not old! You're older than me! I'm not hearing things. You said Svetlana was hot."
"If you heard me, why did you ask what I said?" A smile broke through then.
"Shane... you are gay." Ilya said it slowly like he was explaining something difficult to a child.
"Yea but I still have eyeballs"
"So your gay eyeballs let you see a girl is hot?"
"Jesus... my eyeballs are not gay-"
"Oh so is just your dick that is gay. Good to know." That earned him a small shove to the head.
"I'm so sick of you."
"Shane?"
"What"
"You're still a terrible liar." Ilya reached up, placing a sweet kiss on his husband's jaw. Smiling at the grumpy kitten face staring at him.
